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Post by Taxx on Apr 1, 2018 11:11:56 GMT -5
Adderkit "I see things no one else sees." Adderkit had woken not long before, roused by sunlight; she and her siblings had been piled together, her chin resting on Hemlock-kit's flank and Yewkit's tail curled over her ribs. A careful yawn and stretch before she eased herself from the pile, her nose twitching at the scent of prey drifting on a lazy breeze through the camp.
Padding from the nursery, Adderkit took a moment to smooth her ruffled pelt with steady strokes of her tongue, lying flat tufts of fur sticking up from where she'd lain on it in the night. A moment more to swipe a paw over her face and then she rose again, a short shake of her body before she headed to the fresh-kill pile for a meal.
Choosing a mouse, Adderkit tugged it free and headed back to the nursery and settled down outside of it in a ray of sunlight to begin eating. Her green eyes scanned the camp as she ate, watching as the dawn patrol entered the camp again, each of them also taking from the pile before dispersing, and warriors and apprentices were being sorted into hunting patrols.
She noticed Lionstar's appearance from the leader's den in the same disinterested way she had taken in the rest of the cats. Leader he was, but it didn't mean all that much to Adderkit. He was important, but he was still just a cat, just like she was.
Her gaze flitted about the camp again as the tom headed for the nursery, most likely to visit with his own kits. Glancing back at him as he neared, Adderkit gave a flick of her tail in acknowledgement of him as he neared, but with her mouth full of mouse, she said nothing to him- expecting him to simply pass her by.
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Post by Fawn on Apr 24, 2018 18:48:41 GMT -5
Lionstar The crown is getting heavy But they've written my name in the stars Adderkit's delicate approach of the fresh kill pile, and her selection of the mouse had not gone unnoticed. Mockingbird's second litter were growing fast, if each kit was already eating their own piece of fresh kill rather than sharing. Ivykit, Brackenkit and Lilykit were at this stage as well, though they were big enough to be apprentices.
Until the Clan's warriors could make sure this prey shortage was under control as the weather warmed, sharing would be a wiser course of action. If Mockingbird wanted to give her kits more of her own fresh kill, that was well within her right.
Lionstar refrained from bringing this up, however; instead, as he towered over the petite tortoiseshell kitten, her chaotic pattern of ginger and black catching the light, Lionstar willed himself to smile. She was the granddaughter of his nemesis, Grayowl. Yet, just like Mockingbird's previous litter - just like Ravenstorm, she had done nothing to deserve his ire. Or his suspicion.
A single golden ear twitched, catching the gentle sounds of his kits sleeping curled up at their mother's belly (he had kept them up late the night before, regaling them with stories from his younger moons with Stormchaser). Rather than wake them, Lionstar decided to sit, wanting to engage the kitten to get a feel for her personality. Would she be another Ravenstorm? Or would she turn out to be the 'perfect' warrior, just like her brother, Owlstrike?
"Good morning, Adderkit." Lionstar rumbled. "Have you asked your brother and sister if they would like a bite?" It wasn't a reprimand (at least he did not believe it sounded that way), golden eyes resting on Mockingbird's daughter with a kind of neutral interest. He had to be careful not to let his emotions get the better of him. Having Mockingbird in the nursery along with his mate and their precious offspring had resulted in a few sleepless nights - but ultimately, nothing had come of it.
That he could tell. I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long It's good to be king 87 Moons || TreeClan || 329 Words || Taxx
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Post by Taxx on Apr 24, 2018 21:12:49 GMT -5
Adderkit "I see things no one else sees." Swallowing the mouthful, Adderkit tipped her head back to stare right back at Lionstar, meeting his gold eyes without flinching. The tip of her tail flicked as he spoke- no, she hadn’t even thought about them, her mind only on her own grumbling belly. One of them might like some, when she was full. But neither of them were present at the moment.
Adderkit shook her head. “They were still sleeping. I will, though,” she answered, and dropped her gaze to take another bite, nibbling rather daintily on the mouse. Oh- she hadn’t responded to his greeting. She ought to- that was manners. That was being polite. “Good morning,” she parroted, her voice flat as she gave the greeting, simply going through the motions as she’d seen many of the others do time and again. “Did you sleep well? I did. Hemlock-kit is quite comfortable, when he isn’t kicking because of his dreams.”
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Post by Fawn on May 16, 2018 3:51:15 GMT -5
Lionstar The crown is getting heavy But they've written my name in the stars Her voice lacked the animation or liveliness he was used to hearing in kits. Immediately reminded of Adderkit’s deceased uncle, Sootmask, he drew the conclusion that this natural stoicism or monotone speech was in some way genetic. Lionstar pushed through his unease, despite the prickling sensation on the back of his neck that they were being watched.
”He must be eager to become an apprentice,” said Lionstar. ”If he’s kicking in his sleep. Are you looking forward to it as well?” For a reason he could not fathom, Lionstar almost expected her to say no; Mockingbird’s last daughter had taken him by surprise, and he had learned to observe rather than assume. Ravenstorm, Berrythorn and Owlstrike had become outstanding warriors. He had no evidence to suggest this second litter would not follow in their siblings’ footsteps.
”Lionstar,” cooed a voice from within the nursery, soft and deceptively friendly. ”Are you visiting us? What an honor.” Mockingbird’s sooty tail swept protectively around Adderkit’s flank, the queen soon sitting beside her daughter with an expression of careful attentiveness.
Lionstar’s skin crawled, and he withdrew the urge to step back. StarClan, would he ever get used to those eyes? She was a carbon copy of her father, Grayowl, and that soft, simpering voice always put him on edge.
”Have you been behaving yourself, Adderkit?” Purred Mockingbird, watching him from the corners of her eyes.
”She has been very polite.” Said Lionstar, curt. I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long It's good to be king 87 Moons || TreeClan || 244 Words || Taxx
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Post by Taxx on May 21, 2018 10:37:43 GMT -5
Adderkit "I see things no one else sees." That was true; Hemlock-kit was certainly eager to get his apprentice name and begin the process of learning. Yewkit she was less sure of- and Adderkit herself truly could not care if she did or not. She knew that day would come regardless, and she accepted it, but she had been quite content to remain in camp, where there was plenty to occupy her days. Learning to hunt, to fight, just didn’t interest her like it seemed to interest her brother, as it had interested her older siblings.
Before she could answer the question, however, Mockingbird slid from the den, joining the two as she greeted Adderkit and Lionstar. Adderkit lifted her head, touching her nose to her mother’s shoulder before glancing back at Lionstar; his answer to Mockingbird’s question had been curious. Polite? Did he mean that in a good way, or did he think that polite in a kit was cause for concern? He hadn’t said, and it left Adderkit curious, her gaze fixed on the large tom in consideration.
Perhaps he simply expected rowdiness in kits? After all, his own were far from polite, with Brackenkit and Ivykit’s rambunctious personalities. Lilykit was quieter- did Lionstar think the same of her, or did he look past that because Lilykit was his own daughter? Maybe if she acted more like his more energetic kits…
Pushing herself to her paws, Adderkit opened her eyes wide and gave a broad sweep of her tail, pitching her voice a bit higher in a show of excitement. “I can’t wait to be an apprentice!” she exclaimed. “I want to see all of TreeClan’s territory and learn how to hunt and fight just like Ravenstorm.” Kneading her paws against the ground, she held the pose, waiting to see how Lionstar would react to that. It was all an act, of course, and the shining gaze and motions were a skin-deep facade, changing nothing about the fact that she cared nothing for taking on the role of apprentice.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2018 18:11:49 GMT -5
It should be known that Yewkit loved to sleep late. In fact, it was one of the things that the negative kit enjoyed. She didn't have to look at anybody, and usually nobody bothered her while she slept. So, it was absolutely unwelcome when the shuffling of life forced Yewkit's eyelids awake. What a bother. She lay there for a few more moments, glowering at the den wall. It was her rumbling stomach that finally forced her up and onto her paws. Huh. Adderkit was already gone, probably off to go find some stupid adventure. Or breakfast. Breakfast was a better choice in her mind, but whatever Adderkit was up to didn't really concern her too much. What did concern her, however, was her belly. With an annoyed mew, Yewkit padded out of the Nursery and into the morning rays. A leftover leaf from Leaf-fall skittered in the light breeze and bumped her in the nose- with an indignant noise and a huff, Yewkit batted it aside. The prey pile came into her sights, and she promptly ignored her sibling and the leader for a mouse. She was so hungry, she could eat a whole one! She promptly chowed down, absently listening to the conversation Adderkit was having with Lionstar. Until his last few sentences stuck out to her. Yewkit snorted- while she had no doubt she'd be a great warrior, it just didn't excite her. Great skill ran in her blood, but Yewkit wanted to do her own thing instead of just being a warrior. It was what everyone did, too. "Eh, becoming an apprentice. No big deal. It's just growing up." Yewkit drawled, tearing another strip of meat from the mouse carcass. "And Ravenstorm's nothing special, y'know?"Fawn @zen Taxx (There you go, a Yew to kill their fun )
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Post by Fawn on Jun 6, 2018 17:39:00 GMT -5
Lionstar The crown is getting heavy But they've written my name in the stars After Adderkit's subdued behavior earlier, Lionstar couldn't help feeling a prickling of surprise, like a dandelion-tuft tickling the edge of his subconscious. Still, he chose to view her excitement as what it was - the joy of a kitten eager for their future. Lionstar forced a smile, speaking through the tense knot of unease put in his stomach by Mockingbird's proximity. "Admirable goals, Adderkit. I'm sure you will make a fine warrior."
Another of Mockingbird's brood slipped past him for the fresh kill pile. Lionstar frowned. So much for Mockingbird's so called emphasis on politeness and respect, in her parenting. Yewkit returned with a mouse, and with no intention of acknowledging anyone. Mockingbird and Magpiewing seemed to produce a few set personalities in their offspring; there were those who were polite and calm, and those who scoffed in the face of predictability. Yewkit may have thought of Ravenstorm as 'nothing special', but they were possibly more alike than either of Mockingbird's daughters thought.
"Perhaps you'll follow the path of a medicine cat, darling," said Mockingbird in her soft, simpering voice.
Lionstar tried not to focus on that possibility. He didn't like the idea of a Grayowl descendant being TreeClan's direct line of communication with StarClan -- there he went again, letting his paranoia and resentment cloud his judgment. "Perhaps you will, Yewkit. You've all got potential to become strong members of TreeClan."
Mockingbird swept her tail lovingly over Yewkit's and Adderkit's backs, purring over her brood, as content as a fox in a rabbit warren. "The gatherings can be quite exciting. It's rare to meet cats of other Clans without hostility and the warrior code getting in the way. Whether you find yourselves social butterflies or not, it's sure to be... an experience."
Lionstar nodded to show his agreement, but his thoughts were slipping elsewhere. He would have to find mentors for Yewkit, Adderkit and Hemlock-kit soon; now was as good a time as any to get a sense of their personalities. Lionstar tried to factor in those things when he made his decisions. But sometimes, the number of available mentors didn't allow him much leeway. I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long It's good to be king 87 Moons || TreeClan || 353 Words || Taxx @esko
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Post by Taxx on Jun 26, 2018 17:22:27 GMT -5
Adderkit "I see things no one else sees." Was it really that easy? Was their leader, the cat who was supposed to guide them and look out for them, so easily tricked? All it had taken was a weak show of exuberance and he was purring at her, praising her. It wouldn’t have fooled Mockingbird or Magpiewing for a moment- but then, she’d had very little interaction with Lionstar until now. He didn’t know her as well as her mother and father did. Still. Unless he was acting as well, but from what she had seen from the tom in the past made her certain that he wasn’t- not that he couldn’t, but he simply seemed to prefer to be direct in his interactions.
Maybe he was simply choosing to take her supposed excitement at face value? That would make sense, surely. After all, she was still a kit, and who would think badly of a kit? Clearly not Lionstar. How disappointing; he was no more interesting than any of the other cats who lived in TreeClan.
Yewkit’s arrival was followed shortly by dismissive words about Ravenstorm, contradicting Adderkit’s own weak attempt at praise. Mockingbird suggested that maybe one of them would find themselves drawn to the path of medicine cat, but the brief curious consideration set no excitement to life in Adderkit’s belly; the same dull apathy as when she thought about becoming a warrior. Oh well. One or the other, did it really matter?
She was bored with all of this, and Hemlock-kit’s missing presence gave her the perfect opportunity to escape. Picking up her half-eaten mouse, Adderkit flicked her tail at Lionstar in a silent farewell, brushed her cheek against Mockingbird’s shoulder again, and headed for the nursery to deposit the fresh-kill at her brother’s paws before curling up for a nap. Tags Fawn @esko @zen || Notes
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